The two were engrossed in each other when a sudden commotion outside demanded their attention.
"Adelaide de Lanark!"
The roar she heard was unnerving. Adela's heartbeat ran haywire, and her lips and fingertips tingled before going completely numb. She gazed regretfully at the man who was now unconscious on the floor, for there was nothing she could do for him after all.
Unexpectedly, the first to barge in was not the shouting Archduke.
King Emanuel's royal guards walked in sure steps wearing their golden armors underneath green capes, they formed a ring inside the enclosed space, each of them a brick in a wall destined to hold a trial. Once the golden river flowed through the widely opened doors no more, a silver river began flowing as the knights of the First Order followed forming a ring within a ring and further ensnaring Adela.
